Enough introduction right? Let’s get to the story.So I and my brother (I call him Aadi and he calls me Zee) were returning in an Uber from a common ...friend’s birthday party. we were hammered to bits. Maybe 6-7 tins of Carlsberg each. I was 20 and he was 24 then. So in the cab, we were talking about a couple who were making out in a corner of our friend’s home.I thought it was little over the top. He was justifying their act with alcohol as an excuse. The cab dropped us near our apartment. While. ..............................................A voice was speaking to me, close to my ear."Stacy? Are you awake? Stacy, if you can hear me, please squeeze myfinger!"I tried, for whatever reason I did want to respond, but I could not feelmy muscles doing anything."I felt something, I'm sure of it!" said the voice loudly. Then, "Stacy,if you can hear me, please blink your eyes twice."I fought to open my eyelids; I got them open just enough to see a filmygrayish light; then they drooped back down.. “Good morning Mr. Olsen,” she greeted him cheerfully. “I don’t usually see you in here on weekends. Coffee?”“‘Morning Cheri,” Jim replied. “Coffee’s good, yes, and if there’s a morning paper around that would be a bonus.”“Coming right up,” Cheri said, smiling. Cheri liked Jim. He was always polite and pleasant even when the kitchen messed up an occasional order. And, he tipped very well. She was always happy to have his table. He’d lost a lot of weight and gotten in shape over the past 7 or 8. I miss Clarice like crazy. I know the four of us are going to get closer than we have ever been with women in our past, but it is just so difficult to let go of people I feel so deeply in love with,” Monica said.“Monica, you know I always felt like you were more important to me than Judy or Karen was. I mean I always thought of them as YOUR friends, not mine. I felt like they just were friends with me because you liked me. I suppose somebody might think I was shallow, but I wasn’t crushed when.